Oct 25, 2003 00:20
Once upon a lie,
I would've been putty in your hands.
Not once upon a truth,
Would I've been happy in the stands.
To see you as I do
Knowing I'm not seeing you
To stare into space
Seeing nothing but your face
And wonder what is this world
Made of blood and gold and lace.
Stains of tears I can't erase
Because they stain my heart.